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Prompt: Decorations
Tinsel War
"I'm gonna get you!"
"Only if you can catch me first!"
Dipper and Mabel raced around the living room, clumps of silver tinsel in their hands. They attempted to hit each other with the clingy Christmas decoration, but it was rather difficult to do, since tinsel was so light. The floor was covered in the slim silver strands and the two were slipping and sliding about in socked feet.
"Oof!" grunted Dipper as he crashed into the armchair.
Mabel caught up to him and she let out a cry of victory as she rubbed her tinsel sharply into her brother's hair. "Ha!" she crooned. "Take that!"
"Mabel!" he yelped, struggling to get away from her. "This stuff is never gonna come out!"
"You're gonna be Tinsel Head!"
Narrowing his eyes, Dipper challenged, "Oh yeah?"
He smashed his tinsel into his sister's face, causing her to splutter in surprise and back away. "Ugh!" she gagged. "Tinsel is really pretty, but it tastes horrible!"
Ford entered the living room, carrying another box of decorations for the Christmas tree, which stood proudly in the corner. He set it with the other decorations and looked at his niece and nephew in exasperation.
"Guys, you're supposed to use that to decorate the tree, not each other."
"We can do both," replied Dipper.
Ford set his hands on his hips. "You keep this up and we're not going to have any tinsel for the tree."
"Then we'll just have to get more, Poindexter."
Stan ended his sentence by dumping a box of green tinsel over Ford's head. Ford stood still for a moment, staring at the glittering strands that clung to his red sweater. He slowly turned and glared at his snickering twin.
"You are so immature."
"What are you going to do about—? Hey!"
Ford grabbed some garland out of one of the open boxes and wrapped it around Stan, trapping his arms against his sides. "This is what I'm going to do about it."
Stan wriggled against the prickly holiday bindings, a scowl on his face. "No fair! This isn't tinsel!"
"I'm glad you can tell your holiday decorations apart," deadpanned Ford.
"Mabel!" he called. "Help me out of here and we'll gang up to annihilate the nerds!"
"Yeah!" cheered Mabel, and soon it was an all-out battle of two against two.
Ten minutes later the four were sprawled out on the floor, panting heavily and staring at the tinsel that covered every available surface, including themselves.
"Great job, squirts," said Stan, lightly rapping Mabel and Dipper against their heads. "Thanks to you, we have to clean all this up."
"Don't blame them," chided Ford. "You're just as much at fault."
Dipper rubbed a strand of tinsel from his cheek. "Think we can salvage this?"
"You better. I'm not paying for any more of this stuff."
Ford rolled his eyes and elbowed his brother. "Stanley, you clearly said that if we ran out of tinsel, we would get more."
"Lies."
Mabel crawled onto Stan's chest and moved her face closer, so they were nose-to-nose. "Tree now?" she asked hopefully.
"We'll behave," added Dipper, resting his head against Ford's knee. "We got it all out of our system."
"All right." Stan sat up with a grunt and Mabel fell into his lap. "Grab a broom. You two started it so you can clean it up."
The twins rushed off to get the broom and dustpan. Ford looked around and sighed. "Soos is going to be finding this stuff all the way into next year."
"That sounds like a Soos problem, not a me problem," said Stan with a snicker.
